Agadir,Morocco

The life
turned sour!
Avoiding a bleak past I abhor.
I strolled to the beach; swam ashore.
The life turned sour!
My days filled with anger and pain,
The sun’s warmth beginning to wane,
Thunderstorms occurring and ferocious rain.
The life
turned sour!
Looking at the moon distant and pale
Like it is willing to cry and wail.
Of these
pitiful sights
I don’t
want more.
The life turned sour!
Seeking a refuge, a little zone
To voice my
feelings and moan,
To fulfill
my belated ambitions,
To finish
what I started before,
The life
turned sour!
Finding
answers is my mission,
Building a
world of my creation,
Knowing
where is the door?
The life
turned sour!
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